The flame's frantic dance hurled fractured gold shadows across her naked body—breasts heaving, nipples bruised to a raw violet and leaking tiny beads of clear fluid from the abuse, thighs slick with a glossy sheen of arousal and sweat, ass a tapestry of crimson handprints still throbbing with every heartbeat.
Her skin was a radiant shrine of our transgression now dripping with the proof of how completely her son has broken her.
My cock was entombed to the root inside her, the velvety, molten heat of her pussy a strangling embrace so tight.
I could feel her pulse hammering around every inch of me, the wet squelch of her juices a lewd requiem, dripping in thick, obscene torrents down my shaft, coating my balls, pooling in a scalding, sticky lake on the bench mixed with strings of my pre-cum forced out by her clenching cunt.
The Halo was a cataclysmic pulse in my veins, amplifying every sensation until my soul screamed.
